Flower Fairies

A pleasant day. Up around ten to do some odds and ends, then at 12:15, Val picked me up and we went to Rotary Gardens. Emily, Val, and I were all working at the same thing, Kids’ Crafts. Margo and *her* Emily were there, too. I’d forgotten I’d said I’d switch duties with Margo, so…eh, there was one less “parking attendent.” *rolls eyes* So important.

Anyway. 12:30 to 3 was spent shooing away bees, mixing powdered sugar, water, and food coloring (frosting?!), feeling really stupid (don’t ask, it’s even MORE stupid), decorating cookies, making wreaths, having our faces painted by Coop, and other things. Emily (my Emily) is just adorable…she kept saying how she wants to get married at the Gardens. *sigh* How cute. Marriage suddenly doesn’t seem so far away, you know?

*smiles* I’m just daydreaming. Hush up.

So at 3, Emmy and I went wandering around the grounds, looking for this bush she likes, some really soft one. We finally found it, it IS soft. 🙂 We came back and got Val and we wandered away again. It was a really, really nice half an hour. We took a goofy picture on the bridge and wandered around like “fairies” (hey, c’mon, we were wearing flower wreaths!). We felt like we were at a Renaissance Fair or something. Wandered through the jewelry booths and stuff…I found something cool about Claddagh (that’s the traditional Irish wedding symbol, you’ve probably see it). Here’s the story behind it:

Over 400 years ago, in Ireland, there was a village named Claddagh. Most of the men of this village were fishermen, often sailing out into the Atlantic. On one particular voyage, the Moorish pirates captured a fishing vessel and took the crew to Africa, where they sold them as slaves.

One of the crew, a young man who was to have been married, became a favorite of the Sultan, who had him taught the art of goldsmithing. The Sultan gave him permission to marry in Africa, but the young man wanted to hold his heart for the girl who was waiting to marry him back at the village of Claddagh. He fashioned a gold ring with a crown atop a heart held gently in two hands. The crown meant loyalty, the hands meant friendship, and the heart symbolized love.

He finally escaped Africa and returned to Ireland where he married his one true love. The ring he had made served to be her wedding ring.

Isn’t that cool? 🙂

Anyway, at 3:30, we just left, even though our “shift” wasn’t ending till 4:30. C’mon, four hours is a LONG time. I’ve done this thing for four years now and it’s usually only been 2 or 2 and a half. 4 is way too long.

Came home and went blading. Studied psych. Then Mitch came over and I filled out my applications for UWM and UMTC. Cool. 🙂 Exciting feeling. I’m going to be a freshman again in a year. 🙂

I’m…worried (?) that you don’t think that way…that you’re not thinking of it in that way…

Mmm, that was just running through my head today.

There are so many things about my life. Things that I can tell you but you’ll never REALLY understand. Like what it means if the foyer light is on. Or the tennis ball in the organ. Putting yarn all over Michael’s room. The hamper. The humidifier. The floor under the fridge. Our little rabbi. Taco salad. The plastic flowers. And the knife collection.

And I know it’s the same for you. I mean, there are things I won’t “get.” I KNOW this. That it’s equal. I don’t give or get any more than you. But why does that still make me sad? WHY

Time to watch the end of “The Andy Griffith Show” and go to bed. Later.